In the quiet whispers of the night,
Love found me when I sought it not,
Wrapped in unexpected embrace,
Yet fleeting, slipping through my grasp.
In the depths of need, it vanished,
A bittersweet lesson etched in time,
For love, a force so tender and bold,
Is not always the anchor we behold.
Through moments when hearts entwine,
And when they drift, silently apart,
We learn love's fragile, transient dance,
Its power to heal, its tender chance.
So cherish each touch, each fleeting kiss,
For love's essence lies in its gentle twist,
A paradox of joy and sorrow, we discover,
That love alone may not keep us forever.
"In the fleeting embrace of love lies its tender paradox—a blend of joy and sorrow, teaching us that while love finds us unexpectedly, its presence alone may not suffice to keep us forever."